Headstones

If this town makes you sick

Pack your pillow and your Soviet Sweater, digest the politics

It's been hard to keep up with the headstones

Maybe it's not what you wanted but you got what you see

Anticipating Pinocchio moments just living on the screen

It's just what it seems

Sorry, I tried to go the weekend dry

Spared my face the razor side

And packed the car tight

Caught me at a bad time

I leave it all outside

Certain kind of midnight

And then it's all worse

I must admit, must admit

I've been sitting more than I've been thinking

Write me back into the script

We need a hero but I'm wearing a cape I can't fill

Sorry, I tried to go the weekend dry

Spared my face the razor side

And packed the car tight

Caught me at a bad time

I leave it all outside

Certain kind of midnight

And then it gets worse

Livid and lonely, don't let it go down, what's in a win for you?

Skinheads and their revive

Free-for-all, rank and file

Spare me your pity, don't let it go down

Keep shunning all the daylight

And trolling those threads

To give yourself a break

So if you don't mind now

Let your fingers move along and do the talking